Ink In the Paper
It brings happiness.
I am looking at the sundown,
tied in a tree branches.
In the Garama river cruise,
we laugh and joke,
with monkeys in the trees,
and with the fireflies.
The experience with no price,
but has a great value,
We come and go.
We meet and depart.
We listen to different stories.
Stories of bravery.
Tales of cultures.
And the beauty of the language.
The language of tongue.
The language of self.
But I am putting an ink to paper,
will make the story begin.
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